Disclaimer: I do not own The 100. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Clarke Griffin had dreams of being on the ground her entire life, yet ironically when she got there she found herself missing certain things about The Ark. Mostly just simple stuff like showers, baths, working toilets and a real bed, oh how Clarke missed sleeping in a real bed. Perhaps most of all she had missed her art supplies, something she had confessed to Lexa just as a way they could know each other better.
She wasn't expecting anything to truly come of it, but Clarke had been overjoyed that on the very next visit Lexa arrived with paper and chalk, the blonde squealing with delight and wrapping her arms around the brunette. Then Clarke had given Lexa the most enthusiastic pussy licking so far, which was really saying something.
The downside was of course that she spent every moment of daylight trying to draw the perfect picture of Lexa to say thank you, but none were good enough. In her defence she had only really had the morning, as Lexa had only given her the art supplies last night, and the guard had grumbled something about Lexa not being available when he had brought her breakfast, and while Clarke almost hoped that would be the case again for lunch it wasn't.
Then when the door open to reveal the other girl Clarke froze, briefly considered hiding her work, before remembering there was no way she could hide them. So instead she just looked apologetically at Lexa, who gave her the widest smile she'd ever seen her give, which was so beautiful that Clarke forgot all about her failure. God, she wanted to make Lexa smile like that again.
"Clarke, these are beautiful." Lexa praised as she sat down next to where Clarke was lying on the floor.
"Thanks." Clarke said bashfully, before admitting, "I wanted them to be better, but I ran out of paper."
"No need, these are perfect." Lexa insisted, before adding despite herself, "But if you like I shall bring you more, so you can continue your flattery of me."
"That would be great, thanks." Clarke beamed, lifting herself up from where she had been lying on her stomach surrounded by her drawings so she could press a gentle kiss to Lexa's lips.
Instead of kissing back Lexa went rigid, then after a brief pause gently pulled Clarke into her arms and firmly told her, "Clarke, the guards believe I'm being too gentle with you. The Commander will not have this luxury, at least not while in public. It would be seen as weakness, and I'm supposed to be training you to be The Commander's sex slave, not her lover."
"Then stop being so gentle." Clarke quipped, clearly taking Lexa by surprise, "Lexa I... I trust you. I love the things we do together, and I trust I'll love everything you do to me. So please, do your worst."
Another brief pause, then Lexa smirked, "You do not know what you are asking."
"What? Are you going to spank me? Have I been a bad girl? Do I need to be punished?" Clarke shamelessly goaded Lexa.
Yet another brief pause, and then Lexa admitted with a smirk, "For the enslavement ceremony The Commander will be required to spank you. Peace between our people rests in the success of that ceremony, and as she can simply not afford to look weak she will not be gentle. And yet, the truth is you have been good. Very good, in fact. I confess, I struggled to find a good reason to spank you myself."
"Isn't preparing me for your Commander reason enough?" Clarke questioned,
"Perhaps." Lexa conceded, biting her lip briefly before asking, "Do you think you would enjoy it?"
"I think I would like to find out." Clarke smiled.
Lexa gently smiled back, briefly kissed the other girl and then told her, "I'll be right back."
Another brief kiss followed before Lexa got up and headed for the door. Clarke spent a few long seconds pouting that the kiss didn't last longer, then she cautiously got up, her body tingling with excitement. Which might have been the wrong thing to do, but that would just give Lexa the excuse she had needed to spank her. Or perhaps spank her harder at this point.
Either way Clarke waited as patiently as she could for Lexa to return and fulfil her promise. Luckily Lexa had started to keep everything they needed for bondage fun nearby, presumably in some kind of storage closet or maybe even just outside Clarke's cell. Whatever the case Lexa soon returned carrying a long rope.
"Come on Clarke." Lexa ordered firmly, as she walked over to the corner, "The Commander will bend you over her knee on the throne for your enslavement ceremony. For now we shall have to do with this."
"Looks good to me Mistress Lexa." Clarke shamelessly praised her Dom, "You're so inventive."
This response made Lexa smirk as if to say, yeah, I know you're trying to manipulate me, and it's cute, but it's not going to work. Although Clarke wouldn't call it manipulation. Yes, she wanted to be treated nicely, but she also genuinely wanted to please her trainer. Which seem to be working well for her so far, and she certainly enjoyed everything they had done so far.
Which was maybe was about to put the test. Although she only found out after she became helpless, Lexa effortlessly throwing one end of the rope over a bar on the ceiling and then timing Clarke's hands high above her head, forcing her to almost stand on her tiptoes. At which point Lexa gave her ass a gentle smack, followed by a long squeeze, causing Clarke to cry out in anticipation.
"You look so good like this Clarke." Lexa mumbled to herself while playing with that cute little butt, getting behind Clarke so she could properly inspect it, "So, so good."
"Thank you?" Clarke blushed slightly, and then after a few long seconds of ass groping asked, "Are you a butt girl Lexa?"
"I adore every part of a woman's body..." Lexa said thoughtfully, before admitting, "But I suppose you could say that."